As it was, the rear guard, under Lieutenant-Colonel Ewart,[6] of the 93rd Highlanders, had a hot time of it; it was frequently attacked, and its progress was so slow that it was more than twenty-four hours between the Alambagh and the Dilkusha.
At the conclusion of the fight I heard, with great grief, that my poor friend Mayne had been killed, shot through the breast a few seconds after he had left me.

He was seen to turn his horse, and, after going a short distance, fall to the ground; when picked up he was quite dead.

This was all I could learn.

No one was able to tell me where his body had been taken, and I looked for it myself all that evening in vain.
At daybreak the next morning, accompanied by Arthur Bunny, the cheery Adjutant of Horse Artillery, I began my search afresh, and at length we discovered the body inside a doolie under the wall of the Martiniere.

As there was no knowing how soon our services might be required, we decided to bury the poor fellow at once.